Depression
The fear is like a heavy weight
Pressing on my chest
And while I know it isn't real
It never seems to rest
What is this fear I wonder
Am I scared of death and
dying?
Or am I scared of something
else,
As to be dead I've been trying
So I don't think I'm scared of
death
But my patience is wearing
thin
What is this thing that grips
me tight
And shakes me till I'm grim?
It turns my insides bitter
Like the dirtiest piece of cud
It changes how I see the
world
As though I see through mud
Death is in my every thought
What a pleasant way to live
And even though I'm scared of
something
I have no name to give
So this anonymous assailant
Continues to reside
In my mind and in my life
I genuinely have tried
But ridding myself of this evil
Is more difficult than it seems
Because I don't know what to
fight
Or how to equip my teams
They battle valiantly everyday
For the ownership of me
And I don't think I'll be normal
Until it leaves me be.
Copyright © Evelyn James | Year Posted 2014
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